Duke Ellington

Duke Ellington - The Mountain Goats

The light hit the rings

Glimmering on his fingers

The light came down

And his hands hit the keys

It utterly wasted me in Sweden

The horns punched the air

The aftermath fell around everywhere

I saw the spotlight land on his rings

And I'd had just about enough losing things

In Sweden

In nineteen sixty two

Quite some distance from you